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House & Phedre. NWS. (Don't tell Jimmy!)

After House's leg started acting up while he was chatting with Phedre and she offered to him a massage, House limped into the clinic ahead of Phedre, and then closed the door behind her. If he was going to take off his pants, he wanted someone to at least knock before bursting in. And for some reason he didn't like the idea of lying in his and James' bed for this.

He stood by one of the clinic beds, and his hands went to his belt. Then he hesitated. "Phedre, I... look, the scarring on my leg is pretty bad. I know that with my clothes on I'm a hot piece of ass, but my sex appeal is probably about to plummet." It was easier to make jokes now, than to have to deal with the surprised disgust on her face, or the pity.

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"It's, ah..." Of course she didn't know what viagra was. Well, fuck if he was going to be the one to explain it right now.

So he kissed her again just to shut her up.

And as he felt himself... stirring, he pulled away with a gasp and growled, "I am not a young man, Phedre. This may very well kill me, but I've decided that it's the way I want to go."

No... no, don't think of James. Don't. DON'T.

So he kissed her again just to shut himself up.

I laughed against his mouth, licking his lower lip and nipping lightly at it, stroking through his hair with a sincere smile. "I'm flattered," I said, my voice breathless, "though I don't know what killing a man by going to bed with him will do for my reputation." His hands moved surely over my body and I gasped softly, my head falling back to offer him better access to my throat.

"But what a way to go," House chuckled, and licked a line up her throat.

His fingers danced over her thighs. "You, my dear, are such an excellent distraction."

He couldn't help but think, vaguely in the back of his mind, that with how this played out so far, the issues with his leg had not been a concern. If it went further, she was going to be privy to just how difficult things could be for him.

Of course, he and James had been having so much sex lately that -

Oh, for fuck's sake! DON'T THINK ABOUT JAMES.

"I try," I whispered, swallowing and reminding my eyes to stay open. He paused, something strange flickering over his face, and in the space of waiting I rolled easily on top of him, careful of his leg as always. "Will this be alright?" I asked, my words brushing my lips softly against his as I positioned myself above him. My breath was quicker now, and I knew he would see I needed him quite badly.

"Yes..." The word came out almost as a breath. "God, yes."

He slid his hands up her sides, thumbs brushed lightly across her nipples before sliding back down her stomach and finally coming to rest on her hips. He realized he hadn't given her enough credit; she was well enough in tune with the human body to know what would give his leg the least amount of trouble.

Another soft gasp skipped involuntarily in my chest and I shook my hair back out of my face, bracing a hand on his hip as I slowly lowered myself onto him, my eyes slipping shut and my teeth catching on my lower lip. "Gods, yes," I breathed, the words out of my mouth before I had even fully thought them. My fingers curled against the hollow below his hipbone and I forced my eyes open, finding his and fixing there.

"Fuck..." House gasped, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he adjusted to the sensation. And when he opened them again, she staring at him, and she was just... it was obvious that she was turned on, that she was turned on by him, and there was no fucking way she could fake that look.

He lifted his hips up a little, pushing into her and groaning softly.

My breath hissing through my teeth, I moved to meet his easy thrust, biting down on my lip again at the sweet frission of heat building low in my body. Elua, it felt so good... Rocking my hips forward gently, I leaned down to kiss him, my hair brushing his shoulder.

House moaned into her mouth, the feeling of the kiss bringing him back to the rest of his body after it had seemed like he'd constricted to the pinpoint of pleasure of tightwarmwet. He lifted his head so that he could trail his lips down her throat, urged her to arch a little so that he could continue down her chest, licking his way to one of her breasts.

As an afterthought, he sank his teeth down onto one of her nipples.

With a shudder and a moan, my hips twitched involuntarily forward, the sweet spark of pain shivering down my spine. "Ohh, yes," I sighed, my hands going to his hair and my head rolling back on my shoulders as we rocked together. Shifting my right leg to bend my knee up, I thrust hard against him with another breathless moan.

House felt the shudder of pleasure go through her and thought vaguely - she wasn't kidding about that pain thing - until her shift in position pulled him even deeper and he could only gasp at the spark of pleasure that hit him.

He kept his eyes open, because every time he closed them he saw James.

He kissed her again, whimpering a little into her mouth, as he snaked one hand between them. He slid his fingers between her legs just where they joined.

My gasp of a moan mingled with his and I thrust sharply against him, my fingers clutching desperately at his shoulders. I pulled away to breathe, and came back to brush my lips softly against his, the heated look in his eyes urging me for more, harder, and I gave it, thrusting hard against him as I felt the tide rising in me, threatening to sweep me away with its force. Not yet, I thought, pushing it back; I wanted to see him go first, to see him undone; it was something I knew I would want to remember.

Despite appearances, House had something of a gentleman left in him, and knew that it was only proper to let a woman come first - hold the door open, so to speak. But he could feel her holding back, and at this point he had no such resolve left, not with the way she was moving against him with such force, the way she looked riding him, like he was some sort of sex god.

It was enough to push him over the edge anyway, like it or not, and when he came he squeezed his eyes shut and let out a wordless gasp, all of the air leaving his lungs, the fingers of his free hand digging hard into her hip as he went rigid and spilled inside her.

My hands slid up to cup his jaw and I kissed him hard as I let myself go, shivering with a low moan, my eyes shut and my entire body yearning towards his. It was a long moment before I could let myself relax, my arms falling loosely around his neck, and I kissed him again softly, looking at him with a little smile. "You don't appear to be dead," I murmured, my lips sliding down to his jaw as I rested my forehead on his shoulder, catching my breath. "Far from it, in fact."

"Oh dear god." House breathed deeply, trying to get his heartrate to return to normal.

"Thank you, Phedre," he rasped, closing his eyes and letting his arms fall loose around her. "That was amazing."

Already, he could feel the tendrils of guilt slipping through his mind. You just had sex with someone else. You just cheated on James. Not just a kiss. Sex.

He'd snapped. Let himself lose control, and now he'd made a mistake. A very enjoyable mistake, but one he should have known better than to make.

I smiled against his neck, resting for another moment before pulling away with a reluctant noise and re-settling myself beside him. "It was," I said softly. "And thank you. It may seem foolish to say, but I needed it as well."

House pressed his lips to her forehead and relaxed down onto the bed. "It's been ages since I've been with a woman, I'm glad I remembered - "

He cut himself off as his eyes widened a little. "I - Phedre, fuck, I didn't even think. I... you... you've been on the island too long to still be on any sort of contraception." Maybe she was sterile, as part of her... job.

I was surprised for a moment at his urgency, and gave him a chagrined smile. "I confess it did not even occur to me... at home we must invoke the blessings of Eisheth in order to have children." I looked down at my hand splayed lightly against his ribs, flushing a little in embarrassment. "Foolish to think the same would apply here, of course... in any case, it is not the right time of the month," I said softly, hoping it would ease his worry at least a small amount.

It didn't make him feel slightly better, as he was sure she was aware of such things. Still, he had to at least... "For future reference, Phedre," he said gently, "and I'm sure that if you were having sex with a man who wasn't a complete idiot like me, he would have used one, but there are condoms here in the clinic. Contraceptives, just in case. I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have been so careless, I just go so swept up..." He pushed a strand of hair away from her eyes. "But yes, I'm sure it's fine. Just a precaution."

I smiled, my hand creeping up to rest over his heart. "Well and I am grateful for that knowledge, and should I be engaging in any more impulsive trysts in the clinic I will be sure to avail myself of them." I was torn for a moment; it was my wont to rise and dress just after an assignation, but this was somewhat different, and I did not know if he would want me to stay or if he would rather I go. In any case, my entire body felt relaxed and langourous, and I was not inclined to move just yet. "I hope nobody has needed any medical assistance while we've been occupying ourselves here," I said with a slight teasing smile.

House sighed a little. "Some things are more important than medical assistance," he murmured.

He tightened his arms around Phedre and added, "Maybe just a few more moments, but then we should probably get dressed, yeah?"

"Mmm," I agreed, "yes, I think that would be wise." My finger tracing soft patterns over his skin, I took a moment of quiet before saying softly, "I... this was very nice. Thank you." Another few heartbeats thus, and I stirred, giving him a lingering smile before rising to find my clothes.

House watched her for a moment before swinging his legs over the other side of the bed and taking a few seconds to collect himself.

As he grabbed his clothes, the guilt rolled over him. What had he done?

Well, James didn't have to know, and that was all there was to it. He wouldn't confront James about kissing Alcuin, and wouldn't telling him about sleeping with Phedre.

And things would go on as normal.

... too bad he didn't really believe that.

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